'Goal'

Running away from myself,

Telling lies,

I know that what I say is the opposite,

I know that what you see is far from real,

Driving through the suburbs

There must be a reason

There must be someone to slap me in the face

Crashing the thick mirror wall

I'm going to lose my own fight

My life is like a battle field

No shield will be powerful enough to save me

Strike a pose; look at your enemy's eyes

I will be standing at the corner, my senses are blunted

I was defeated from the very beginning

My body is dancing to the music of your victory,

Acting like a mechanic robot would not have brought me any joy

Your glittery eyes show what happiness is supposed to be like

So go on, strike a pose,

You've just achieved your goal.